Anna's second job and she tries to kill times while she waits.
Chapter Nine: Love Should Be:
Today, I have my other client. He contacted me through e-mail last night.
Thank you replying back to my last message. My name is Kawamoto Choji. My fiancée and I had our ups and downs. I loved her though I couldn’t say it. I realized that after she died. I just want to tell her how I feel just once. Name your price; I’ll pay it!
Okay… He’s rather straight-forward. I didn’t know how to respond. I needed an energy shot first. One drink later, I composed my reply.
Thank you for your reply. I will be happy to help you out. Meet me at Shiba Park at three o’clock. The price can be anything, but money.
He replied back twenty minutes later.
I will be right there.
I wrote back:
Call me when you get there.
After that, I picked up the phone. I waited as the other line rang.
“Hello,” an operator said.
“Aw yes,” I said. “I have a job at three in Shiba Park.”
“Okay,” he said. “I will let them know.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Goodbye.”
“Bye,” he said back. We both hung up. I lay back on the couch. That’s done; maybe I can try and take a quick nap before work. I stared at the ceiling as I drew my eyes closed. My mind tried to focus on sleeping. I breathed in slower to ease my body. Hey, it’s working! I kept up my little exercise. I might finally be able sleep.
Then, the phone rang. I yanked my eyes open. What now?
“Hello?” I asked as I answered the phone.
“Oh, sorry wrong number,” some woman said. I frowned as she hung up. Right… I looked over at the clock. Only eleven o’clock? It didn’t feel like it. I sat on the floor with my knees to my chest. What do I do now? Why did I say three? I sighed to myself. Well, I could clean up for a bit. The carpet looks a bit dirty. I got up to get the vacuum.
By one o’clock, I ran out of things to do. The apartment didn’t need much cleaning. I couldn’t really catch a nap after two more tries. I opened the fringe in the kitchen. Hm, only two energy shots left. This put me in a little conflict. I’m only drinking these to stay awake, but I need to sleep. I shut my eyes and shook my head. No! I don’t want to be an addict. But…
The phone rang again. I lifted my head at the sound. On automatic, I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I asked. They just hung up. Hm, wrong number. I looked at the clock. Oh, it’s about time to go. Three… Two… One!
My doorbell rang. Ah, here is my stoic friend, I turned and walked to my door. Noga-san said nothing as I smiled and bowed at him.
“Time to go, huh?” I asked. As usual, he didn’t answer. I managed a nervous chuckle. Can’t you at least smile?/, I thought. /Your face is creepy.
“I’ll go get my bag,” I said instead. I turned and went down the hall.
We made couple stops before coming to Shiba Park. Of course, one would be the grocery store. No, I didn’t get energy shots this time. I got some green tea. Noga-san watched the whole time. I felt his judgmental eyes on my back. I clenched my teeth.
/Doesn’t he ever let up?/, I thought. I can’t talk to him either; only I can see him. I shook my head. It’s only going to get worse later.
At Shiba Park, it felt a little better. Noga-san kept his distance as I sat at the steps of the shrine. I looked over at the clock. Just about time now; four more minutes to be frank. I looked up at the sky.
Not bad/, I thought. /Just need to schedule time better. And get some sleep. Oh, and ask Asato-kun about that tree. I shut my eyes. It’s not much, but it sure feels like it.
I came back to earth when my phone rang. I answered it so fast.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Niwa-san,” a man asked. I sat up straight.
“Kawamoto-san?” I replied. “Is that you?”
“I’m at the front gate,” my client said. “Where are you?” I looked up in the crowd.
“I’m on the steps of Zojo-ji,” I said. “I will flag you down.”
“Okay,” he said. I kept watching for the man as people came and went to the shrine. By the time a pregnant woman with her two small children passed by me, the client found me.
“I’m here!” he said on the phone. I looked up and saw a suited man standing before me.
“Hi,” I said. The man bowed at me.
“Nice to meet you,” he said. We both exchanged bows.
“Oh, here,” the nicely-suited man said as he handed me a pink and gold bag.
“Oh,” I said. “For me?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said. “Please accept as payment.” I gave him an odd look. I still don’t know how to take this part well.
“Okay, thanks…” I said. I took the small bag and looked inside. A puzzled look came over my face.
“Gift cards?” I asked. “To where?” I took them out and looked at them. My face went red.
“R-R-Ravijor?” I yelped. Kawamoto-san nodded me.
“Why yes,” he said. “That’s where I work.” It took me a moment to get my words back. I could feel Noga-san taking more notes behind me. I nodded to focus again.
“Right,” I said. “Do you have a picture of your fiancée?”
“Yes, I do,” he said. My client took out his wallet and handed it to me. The woman looked quite young; about eighteen to twenty tops. She had her hair braided. I nodded.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“Mio,” he said.
“She’s pretty,” I said as I handed back the wallet.
“Thanks,” I said. I rose to my feet and walked over to the tree. I held out my hand.
“I beseech the twelve gods before me. Bring forth your innocent to me,” I chanted. The wind and tingle shocked me at the spine this time. I let off a gasp and opened my eyes. Mio looked around, blinking. Kawamoto-sa quickly walked over to the soul.
“Mio-chan,” he said. She looked away, rather annoyed. Her former fiancé frowned.
“Why are you being like this?” he asked.
“What do you want after all this time?” she asked. The man swallowed a bit.
“I’m sorry and I miss you,” he said. Mio still wasn’t fazed.
“Home come you never said any of that before?” she asked.
“You never gave me the chance,” Kawamoto said.
“Well, say it now.”
He knelt down before her. “I love you.”
Mio looked at him with big eyes. “What?”
“I love you! I love you! I love you!”
“I love you too,” she said, blushing before she disappeared before him. Such a scene inspired me to make a call when I got home.
“Asato-kun,” I said on the phone that evening. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”